And that man is Rudyard Kipling.

And the Little Folk in authority in England have spent their souls in rendering nugatory his inspired message.
This criminal self-effacement of England is at the root of the peril of the British Empire during this war.
I told you at the beginning that I did not know how to write a story.
You must forgive me for being led away into divagations which seem to be irrelevant to the dramatic sequence.

But when I remember that the result of all the pomp and circumstance of that meeting was seven recruits, of whom three were rejected as being physically unfit, my pen runs away with my discretion, and my conjecturing as to artistic fitness.
Yes, the Major spoke.

Sir Anthony is a peppery little person and the audience enjoyed the cayenne piquancy of his remarks.

The red-tabbed Lieutenant-Colonel spoke.